Relic
You need Bailey. He is a tough son of a bitch and the only one with a gun to fight off the strange creatures of this island. You can’t let him die like this.
Another bug tries to suck the blood from Bailey’s veins and pierces his right shoulder. He punches it so hard with a left jab that it severs the sucker from the bugs head, leaving him sputtering disgusting innards as he flies into a tree. You rush in with a barbarian yell and start hacking away at all the mosquitoes surrounding Bailey. You stab one landing on his back then twist the behemoth of a man around to face you.
“Bailey! We gotta run!”
He nods, then upper cuts an incoming bug, sending it spiraling backwards. You protect Bailey’s rear as he runs, slashing any incoming attackers. Eventually the giant bugs seem to lose interest and break off their pursuit. You and Bailey reach the rest of the group, viewing a vine covered stone temple in the distance.
Bailey collapses to one knee, clutching his bleeding shoulder as his left leg continues to pour blood.
“Oh God, Bailey! How bad is it?” Raoul comes to check on his comrade.
“It would have been much worse if I didn’t stay back to get him.” You say, glaring at Raoul, who seemed content to let Bailey die to save his own hide.
“We should tie a tourniquet where his wounds are.”
“I’m already way ahead of you Leo.” Says Skye, coming over to Bailey and removing from her backpack, various vials filled with green and purple liquid.
“Herbal healing meds. Why I go into botany in the first place, to make herbal healing agents. These are my own special blend!”
“Can it help him?” Asks Wren.
Skye nods and she pours the liquid onto Bailey’s wounds. The liquid solidifies into gelatin almost immediately upon contact with the wound. To your amazement the bleeding stops, Bailey is surprised, but he stands up, seemingly no worse for wear.
“Incredible…” Wren inspects the healed Bailey.
“Taken me years to get the recipe right, but it works like a charm!” Beams Skye.
“Man, I got to make sure to keep you close by!” You tell Skye. She smiles and hands you one of the vials.
“On the house!”
Raoul approaches you, “I don’t mean to interrupt but Leo, your satchel…its…glowing.
“Wha…?” Looking down you see that indeed Raoul is correct, your satchel is glowing a sky blue color. You open it and remove the triangular, grooved relic. No longer is it just dusty old stone, but the tip of the triangle is glowing. The ancient scribe on the relic becomes clearer and visible to point of being legible. Studying ancient cultures for years you understand the writing. In all of the languages present the text loosely translates to “The veil shall be torn asunder”.
You’re taken aback by the text; frankly it vexes and worries you. You decide not to tell the group its meaning for sake of composure.
“It’s pointing toward the temple.” Raoul notices.
Another bug tries to suck the blood from Bailey’s veins and pierces his right shoulder. He punches it so hard with a left jab that it severs the sucker from the bugs head, leaving him sputtering disgusting innards as he flies into a tree. You rush in with a barbarian yell and start hacking away at all the mosquitoes surrounding Bailey. You stab one landing on his back then twist the behemoth of a man around to face you.
“Bailey! We gotta run!”
He nods, then upper cuts an incoming bug, sending it spiraling backwards. You protect Bailey’s rear as he runs, slashing any incoming attackers. Eventually the giant bugs seem to lose interest and break off their pursuit. You and Bailey reach the rest of the group, viewing a vine covered stone temple in the distance.
Bailey collapses to one knee, clutching his bleeding shoulder as his left leg continues to pour blood.
“Oh God, Bailey! How bad is it?” Raoul comes to check on his comrade.
“It would have been much worse if I didn’t stay back to get him.” You say, glaring at Raoul, who seemed content to let Bailey die to save his own hide.
“We should tie a tourniquet where his wounds are.”
“I’m already way ahead of you Leo.” Says Skye, coming over to Bailey and removing from her backpack, various vials filled with green and purple liquid.
“Herbal healing meds. Why I go into botany in the first place, to make herbal healing agents. These are my own special blend!”
“Can it help him?” Asks Wren.
Skye nods and she pours the liquid onto Bailey’s wounds. The liquid solidifies into gelatin almost immediately upon contact with the wound. To your amazement the bleeding stops, Bailey is surprised, but he stands up, seemingly no worse for wear.
“Incredible…” Wren inspects the healed Bailey.
“Taken me years to get the recipe right, but it works like a charm!” Beams Skye.
“Man, I got to make sure to keep you close by!” You tell Skye. She smiles and hands you one of the vials.
“On the house!”
Raoul approaches you, “I don’t mean to interrupt but Leo, your satchel…its…glowing.
“Wha…?” Looking down you see that indeed Raoul is correct, your satchel is glowing a sky blue color. You open it and remove the triangular, grooved relic. No longer is it just dusty old stone, but the tip of the triangle is glowing. The ancient scribe on the relic becomes clearer and visible to point of being legible. Studying ancient cultures for years you understand the writing. In all of the languages present the text loosely translates to “The veil shall be torn asunder”.
You’re taken aback by the text; frankly it vexes and worries you. You decide not to tell the group its meaning for sake of composure.
“It’s pointing toward the temple.” Raoul notices.